Gifts of the valley
Gifts of the sea
Get out, brother
You can't ride for free

Your night's got fever
It's come on strong
And there's a whole lotta dark
Before we're gonna see the dawn

Seven days, seven nights
In the wild, wild wood
The sun don't shine
And the water's no good

Seven days, seven nights
Of unsettling dreams
Of a fire fueled by thorns
And unclaimed things

Keep your cool and show a little cunning
And from this fire, you will watch
Sweet your sour with a little honey
Sometimes high is not the top
Sometimes high is not the top

To all you strangers
I'm known to meet
If you don't want trouble
Then that trouble beat

If you don't know heartache
Then you don't know love
You don't know the sound
Of my cooin' dove

Keep your cool and show a little cunning
And out of this fire, you will watch
Sweet your sour with a little honey
Sometimes high is not the top
Sometimes high is not the top

Keep your cool and show a little cunning
And out of this fire, you will watch
Sweet your sour with a little honey
Sometimes high is not the top
Sometimes high is not the top
Sometimes high is not the top